Always wishing to find the beautiful sound. Oh, man.
The zenith, taken from me. Never echoing through oblivion.
I am transmorse, the metal horse. Cyborg was my cherry pick.
Ultra blast, to the max. Robin, by my side. My life.
I wish to exist in reality.
Spitting in tunes of the lost vibes. Always wishing, to find the next beautiful sound.
Silence. Take me through the valley. Take me to the “Bat Cave.”
For my life. Will you be my Robin. Or the fate of Nightwing.
The song… was the last track.
The title sounds like … Grace Mary.
So beautiful…
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Into the 4th, of the last dawn.
One more time, for celestial.
The words in ultimate essence.
The ball, and the iron chain.
Eve. The fruit of knowledge. The smite. Why the exile.
The unknown depths even to me… of man.
The sound… of the Devil.
And an echo. Wishing for beautiful.
The one crucified. God, I understand. Jesus, by Roman man.
Sent, to rescue the Empire. His remains. Burnt of the archives.
Overtaken. It makes no sense. Who is at the end of the tunnel.
The trick. The trickster.
Unknown sounds.
Keep going, for Celestial. C’mon Cyborg. Robin in tears.
Take me out from the back, and the blast the devil in his face.
The music switch swapped on the last one.
Robin…. should I used the “detonation device.”
Will it save the people, in the better grace.
Who else can we find, that can beat Doomsday.
In the world, where Superman is dead.
All I have is nothing left, yet everything.
The Statue of Celestial.
Cries. The rust in her eyes.
The horizon, piercing the heart of mother.
The truth. Is the unknown.
A species of unknown, can it be… our pure humanity.
Now, Celestial is dead. Sapphire, my princess.
Your heart. Your beautiful heart of beautiful chain.
In the hands of Doomsday. What was Raven to do, and Beast Boy.
Who won the fight on that fateful day. In the bold of Lex Luthor.
How can this world make sense. Here in the blood of abyssal……
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Track of space. Back me up. Celestial alchemy.
Leave me, versus Doomsday. Who else can we call.
Teen Titan is dead. Robin never existed.
The game board of reality. Navigating in destiny.
I want to speak of the light. And no more, of the dark.
In the hand of the wing, what will be another day.